Mom picked up a plant from the sale cart. It looked as miserable as the ones already populating her shabby garden, "Dead Man’s Corner", as Dad called it.
Euphoria is Just Around the Corner
Who Will Catch You In the Middle of All This?
“If a lot of famous artists from the twentieth century killed themselves trying to produce work while supporting themselves when the cost of living was lower…I mean, imagine how much more difficult it is for us now.”
“Yeah.”
Dog Eat Dog
In Afghanistan, the team I supported lived in an abandoned police station in a suburb of Ghazni. We were twenty-eight grunts standing guard, a couple support randos like me, and the operators; ten bearded creatine-enthusiasts who sat around making sure they were seen reading copies of Emerson and Nietzsche before zooming off on four wheelers with their Afghan Commando protégés.
Love In America
She had recalled how they first locked eyes over the counter at Midas, when she was still working multiple, minimum wage jobs with a college degree. He came in when his car over-heated, which he needed fixed ASAP as he was moving to Iowa next month. He had brought McCullough’s "John Adams" to read for the 4th of July, but it clearly wasn’t holding his interest, as his eyes kept wondering up to hers when he thought she wasn’t looking. She took a chance.
The Unlucky Ones
Johnny had officiated 6,782 wedding ceremonies in his career as an Elvis impersonator. He hadn’t always needed the wig, and girls hadn’t always needed to be drunk to give him their numbers, though usually they were. Marrying folks had just been for the extra cash, at first. He’d done the ceremony so many times he could, and had, barreled through it drunk, high, or both, without missing a beat. Once, when he’d done a ceremony sweating and plastered, the groom shook his hand vigorously afterward, and thanked him for his “commitment to playing his character.” Johnny had had to try very hard to not puke on his shoes.
City Full of Rain
They are angels. It's the nearest I can get to labeling Penny and Mike. I think they're the wrong kind of angels, working for the other side. And this rainy city is perfect for them to hide. So many shadows and indifferent people here, indifferent to rain and shadows.